Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T58: jack, john, daw, dauphine, amorous, mistress, trve, ladies, wit, madame.
Mistress, I wish you would, he's a mere Madcap, and all his delight is in misusing such reverent Matrons as yourself. Well, what's thy name, Boy? I am even little better than a Turn-broach, for my name is Jack. Honest Jack, if thou couldst but devise how I might cry quittance with this cutting Dick, I will go near to adopt thee my Son and heir. Mistress, there is a way, and this it is; Tomorrow morning doth this Gentleman Intend to marry with one Mistress Luce, A goldsmith's Daughter; do you know the Maid? My Daughter, and a pretty smug faced Girl. I had a note but late from her, and she means To be with me in th'evening; for I have bespoke Sir Boniface to marry her in the morning. Do but prevent this Gallant of his Wife, And then your wrongs shall be revenged at full. I'll do't, as I am Matron; ay, and show him a new trick for his learning. Morrow. Y'are welcome Sir. Art wise? He should be wise, because he speaks few words. I am as I am, and there's an end. Canst conjure? Oh that's a foul word! but I can tell you your Fortune, as they say; I have some little skill in Palmistry, but never had to do with the devil. And had the devil never any thing to do with thee? thou look'st somewhat like his dam. Look on me canst tell what I ail? Can you tell yourself? I should guess, you be mad, or not well in your wits. thouart wise, I am so; men being in love, are mad, And I being in love, am so. Nay, if I see your complexion once, I think I can guess as near as another. One Mistress Luce I love, know'st thou her, Grannam? As well as the Beggar knows his Dish. Why she is one of my Daughters. Make her my wife, I'll give thee forty pieces. Take them Mistress, to be revenged on Chartley. A bargain, strike me luck, cease all your sorrow, Fair Luce shall be your Bride betimes tomorrow. thouart a good Grannam; and, but that thy teeth stand like hedge-stakes in thy head, I'd kiss thee. Pray will you in; come hither lack, I have A new trick come into my head, wilt thou Assist me in't? If it concern the crossing of the marriage with Mistress Luce, I'll do't whate'er it be. Thou shalt be 'tired like a woman; can you make a courtesy, take small strides, simper, and seem modest? methinks thou hast a woman's voice already. Doubt not of me, I'll act them naturally. I have conceited, to have Luce married to this blunt Gentleman; she mistaking him for Chartley, and Chartley shall marry thee, being a Boy, and take thee for Luce. Wilt not be excellent?
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Mistris, I wish you would, hee's a meere Madcap, and all his delight is in mis-using such reverent Matrons as your selfe. Well, what's thy name, Boy? I am even little better thn a Turn-broach, for my name is Iacke. Honest Iacke, if thou couldst but devise how I might cry quittance with this Dicke, I will goe neare to adopt thee my Soe and heire. Mistris, there is a way, and this it is; To morrow morning doth this Gentleman Intend to marry with one Mris Luce, A Gold-smiths Daug; you know the Maid? My Daughter, and a smug fact Girle. I had a note but late from her, and shee meanes To be with me in th'evening; for I hae bespoke Sir Boniface to marry her in th morning. Doe but prevent this Gallant of his Wife, And then your wrongs shall bereveng'd at full. Ile , as I am Matron; Ey, and shew him a new tricke for his learning. Morrow. Y'are welcome Sir. Art wise? Hee should be wise, because hee speakes few words. I am as I am, and there's an end. Canst conjure? Oh that's a foule word! but I can tell you your Fortune, as they say; I have some little skill in Palmistry, but never had to doe with the devill. And had the devill never any thing to doe with thee? thou look'st somewhat like his damme. Looke on mee cast tell what I ayle? Can you tell your selfe? I should guesse, you be mad, or not well in your wits. T ▪art wise, I am so; men being in love, are mad, And I being in love▪ am so. Nay, if I see your complexion once, I thinke I can guesse as neare as another. One Mistris Luce I love, knowst thou her, Grannam? As well as the Beggar knowes his Dish. Why shee is one of my Daughters. Make her my wife, Ile give thee forty pieces. Take them Mistris, to be reveng'd on Chartley. A bargain, strike me luck, cease all your sorrow, Faire Luce shall be your Bride betimes to morrow. Th▪art a good Grannam; and, but that thy teeth stand like hedge-stakes in thy head, I'de kisse thee. Pray will you in; come hither lacke, I have A new tricke come into my head, wilt thou Assist mee in't? If it concerne the crossing of the marriage with Mistris Luce, Ile do't what e're it be. Thou shalt be tyred like a woman; can you make a curtesie, take small strides, simper, and sme modest? me thinkes thou hast a womans voyce already. Doubt not of me, th act them naturally. I have conceited, to have Luc married to this blunt Gentleman; shee mistaking him for Chartley, and Chtley shall thee, being a Boy, and take thee for Luce. Wilt not be excellent?